ROXANE.
You are exasperating! True jealousy!....
CYRANO (moved).
What?....
ROXANE.
An author's jealousy! And is not this just as lovely as possible? Listen!
"T'ward you my heart, I swear, has but a single cry,
And, if in written lines fond kisses could be sent,
O Madam, you would read this letter with your lips!"
CYRANO (with an unconscious smile of satisfaction).
Ha! ha! the lines are.... hum! hum!....
(recovering and disdainfully).